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Sasha’s POVThe foyer was cold from the open door, but the second Niko steps inside and I shut it behind him, the air shifts and becomes warmer and heavier, charged even. He brushes snow from his hair, shakes it off his shoulders like a dog, then looks up at me with that same infuriating half smile that makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.“Cozy,” he says, glancing around. “I think I missed this place.”I don't answer. What the fuck am I supposed to answer to that? He thinks? He's not even sure. I lean against the door, arms folded, watching him.He takes the hints or ignores it and starts unbuttoning his suit jacket slowly and deliberately.“You know,” he says, his voice low, “I've been thinking about this place a lot, specifically about the way I felt while staying here.”My jaw tightens. He hangs the jacket on the coat rack, rolls his sleeves up to the elbow.“I've been imagining a lot of things these past few days.”I clear my throat.“Don't you have an empir

Sasha’s POVI am unable to move. I continue standing in the open doorway, arms crossed, letting the cold bite at my skin while snow swirls in around my feet. Niko stays at the bottom of the steps, looking up at me with that half-smile that used to and still does drive me insane in the best way.He doesn't say anything else. Just waits there, his hands still in his pockets, while snow collects on his shoulders like he has all the time in the world. Doesn't he have like an empire to lead? What am I supposed to do now? I could just invite him in and let whatever he has planned to play out. Or I could just ignore him. Yes, I will ignore him. I step back, shut the door firmly and walk away. Yup, that should do the trick. Four minutes later my phone buzzes.Nico: You're really gonna leave me out here?I stare at the screen, jaw tight. How did he even get my number in the first place?Me: If I have to.Nico: But it's cold out here (sad emoji)Me: I fail to see how that's my problem.Nico: Th

Sasha's POV The last captain closes the door behind him with a quiet click, and the house drifts into silence.I stay seated at the head of the long table a moment longer, staring at the scattered maps and burner phones like they might give me answers. Boris's absence has already been explained away; "tragic accident abroad, body unrecoverable." No one dared to ask questions.I push back my chair and walk to the sideboard, pour two fingers of vodka into a heavy crystal glass. Neat. I welcome the burn out as it dulls out the edges of this place.This house has felt weird everyday for the past seven months. Too big and quiet. I still catch myself I listening for his footsteps on the stairs, his low laugh echoing from the kitchen, the creak of the bed when he rolled over in his sleep and reached for me.I haven’t set foot in my bedroom since and yet I still keep it clean for reasons that are unknown to me. The guest room down the hall has become my exile.I take the drink to the window,

The back door of the SUV slams with a finality that echoes in the empty lot. Sasha doesn’t waste a second. He shoves me down across the wide back seat, climbing over me like a predator who’s been leashed too long. The tinted windows are already fogging from the heat rolling off us.I hit the leather hard, breath punched out, and he’s on me—knees bracketing my hips, hands ripping my jacket open, buttons scattering like gunfire. His mouth crashes into mine, brutal and starving, teeth scraping my lower lip until I taste copper. I kiss him back just as viciously, fingers digging into his hair, yanking him closer.“Fuck, Nico,” he growls against my mouth. “I’ve been aching for this since we drove to that warehouse.”He grinds down, letting me feel how hard he is, and I groan into the kiss, hips bucking up to meet him. His hands are everywhere—shoving my shirt up, nails raking down my chest, leaving hot lines that sting perfectly. He bites my collarbone, hard enough to bruise, then soothes

Chapter 63: Left Knee Or RightNico's POV We track Boris to a quiet dacha on the edge of Macau. An old safe house that would seem unoccupied if we didn’t know he was in there right now. Sasha drives. I ride shotgun, watching the snow-dusted pines slide past the windows. Neither of us speak much. We don’t need to, actually.We took three more days to dig into what we had. The offshore accounts. The call logs. The CCTV stills of him handing envelopes to my father’s driver. Boris has been bleeding the Bratva for almost a year.We park half a kilometer out, kill the lights, and walk the rest of the way there. Snow crunches under our boots. The air is sharp enough to cut lungs. The dacha is dark except for one window near the kitchen. Through the glass, we see him at the table, a vodka bottle in hand, half empty. He’s alone in there.Sasha signals for me to circle left. He goes right.I slip in through the back door, which is unlocked. Obviously, Boris thinks he’s untouchable. He doesn’t

Chapter 62: Walk out and disappear' Nico's POV We’ve been at it for three days straight, holed up in the warehouse, fueled by black coffee and takeout. I must say, the last three days have been pretty awkward—but not the bad type of awkward. The satisfying type. After seven whole months, three days of awkwardly existing around Sasha almost feel like heaven. It would be literal heaven if he didn’t shoot lasers with his eyes at me whenever I so much as breathe loudly.It’s still very hard to adjust to staying back here in Greece. We both decided not to head back to our respective syndicates. Me, because I’d have to leave Sasha’s side again, and there was no telling how long we’d be apart. The idea alone was scary. I have no idea why Sasha agreed to stay behind.Of course, the obvious reason would be to find who exactly our rat is, but some part of me keeps telling me that’s not it. I don’t want to get my hopes up, so there will be no optimistic thoughts.I also half expected Sasha to

WORTH THE RISKBlurb:He was hers. Until the night he looked at me like I was something he couldn’t stop touching.Mia's POVThe bass thumped in the crowded house, vibrating up my spine as I sipped my third vodka. My best friend—Sarah—had dragged me here, insisting it was the “party of the summer” as if she didn't come here just to get boned.It was her boyfriend Alex’s roommate’s birthday bash, and the place was packed with so many people from our old school who I had no interest in seeing.“Come on, Mia,” she whined, her voice bubbly with that infectious energy of hers. “Alex’s friends are hot.”If only she knew that my eyes couldn't be on anyone else except Alex.Right now she had her arm looped through his. He towered over her in a fitted gray tee that strained across his chest. The sight of him only made my pussy clench on nothing. I’d always thought he was the perfect package, but he was Sarah's, and that meant off limits.I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for a night of sel

LILA'S POVThe sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I'd had in years. My body ached in a good way. I felt sore between my legs and my bed felt harder than it usually was.My eyes snapped open immediately when memories of last night crashed into me in waves. And right under me was my stepbrother, naked. Last night had happened, it was not a dream.Whoa.I was tangled in Jax’s arms, his breath warm on my neck. One heavy leg draped over mine, pinning me there like he didn't want to let me go. God, he smelled like us, and that thought sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cunt.I shifted just a little, savouring the heat of his body. His cock was half hard and it nestled against my ass like.A lazy smile tugged at my lips. This is what I'd always wanted, what I always dreamed of. Jax did not see me as family after all, and it excited me more than I'd care to admit.We'd crossed a line, and now there would be no more aching from afar.The storm had

JAX'S POVFuck.The word echoed in my mind as I slid my fingers along the slick heat of her thigh, the storm outside raged harder. Lila's panties were a crumpled scrap on the floor now, discarded like the shreds of my sanity. Her legs parted for me instinctively trembling under my touch. The sight of her, my stepsister, bare, flushed and utterly exposed, it undid me. I'd imagined this a thousand times in the past, her body arching under mine, and now that it was finally happening? It felt like a fever dream.The thought of how dangerous and wrong it was made my dick harder. She was my stepsister, the girl I'd watched go from pigtails to this siren who haunted my fucking dreams. And here she was, splayed out on the couch like an offering. Her breath came in shallow pants, I could feel the heat radiating from her core.I hooked one leg over my shoulder, positioning myself between them. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy. Swollen with need.“Jax,” she whispere

Lila's POV I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for hours on end and yet, I couldn't get a minute of sleep. It was 2 a.m, I should be asleep, and yet, all I could think of was Jax's words. He said he missed me. That shouldn't have meant anything, he'd probably said it to millions of other girls and yet, I couldn't forget those words.Outside, the storm raged. Rain lashed against the windows and the wind howled. Mom and Richard already left before the rain started and at this rate, they'll probably spend the night at a hotel.Jax was somewhere in the house, probably in his room. What would he be doing? He'd probably be asleep.My stomach growled, a low rumble that made me groan.I slipped from bed barefoot, tugging my sleep shirt, a big tee that stopped mid thigh. It was given to me by the boy from school.The kitchen was downstairs and I could just slip in and grab a late night snack from the fridge. Yup, sounds like a plan.When I got to the stairs, a scent hit my nose. Whiskey.I

Blurb:Coming home for midterm was supposed to be simple; eat, sleep and survive family time. But when Lila walks back into the house she swore off, she finds the one person she never wanted to see… and the only one she can’t stop wanting.Lila's POVThe gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled into the driveway, the old Victorian house looming ahead. Home, that's where I was, and yet, it didn't quite feel like it. Not after mum married Richard 5 years ago at least.Now, going home felt like walking into a storm cloud. I didn't hate Richard; it was my stepbrother that I hated. I didn't want to see him, fuck I hated him so much that I'd rather choke on air than be in the same vicinity as him.Why? He was an asshole. An overbearing, irritating asshole whom I had fallen for at a point and had my heart crushed in the worst way possible.I'd never forget that day. And now, I was making my way into the house, after a long drive from my campus. I'd not seen him for close to two years, a

Elara’s POVThe night air in the shared cell was thick with the scent of sweat and cum. I lay on the narrow bed, eyes wide and open, and my body humming from where Thorne’s hand rested on my waist, his cock nestling against the curve of my ass.My pussy still fluttered faintly from the orgasm he had wrenched from me, and yet, sleep evaded me. I couldn't shut my eyes for a full minute, because I was anticipating what would happen when Elias finally got here. The fire I’d come here to extinguish burned deeper. I shifted slightly, the rough wool of the blanket chafing my skin, and my nipples tightened into peaks. I wasn't wearing my dress, Thorne had tugged it off while he was cleaning me. I lay stark naked on a priest's bed, imagining all the sins they could coax from my body.Thorne stirred behind me, his breath hot on my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a lazy kiss that made me shiver. “Can’t sleep, little sinner?” He murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid up to